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So I'm not a big laws guy, but I'm pretty sure walking around with a giant scythe would be against some kind of law, despite that being a shitty kind of weapon. Does it make a difference, not-getting-arrested-wise, if that scythe is a book at the time?

[He'd say something about wanting it a month or two ago, but he can't lift it when it's a scythe, so it's not that useful.]

Also Retrospec doesn't care what your legal address is, but I don't think that should surprise anyone.

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Oh, hang on-

[Shuji touches the scythe that's in Chuuya's hands, and suddenly it's not a scythe but a book with a red cover and a title that might seem familiar to him.]

I don't know exactly what he was, but he could go inside of books, and Koutarou has ink for blood, so I'm going to guess something like a living book...? I don't know.

Koutarou has what?

[nevermind the book, nevermind the rest of it. that's news to him...]

Shit. I know there are guys who are kind of- living swords, so... you think you two might be a similar sort of thing...?

...I kind of thought he would have told you by now?

[Why aren't you talking to your cousin Koutarou!!]

I- look, I haven't really told him about anything I remember, so... it's fair, I guess.

[excuse him while he just finds a spot on the couch or a chair or something, flopping down with a little huff.]

I figure he's better off not hearing about it, you know?

...I understand that - there's some things I've remembered I haven't told many people, because they're pretty upsetting. I don't have any family here, so I can't say anything about that part, but... It's your choice.

[Shuji takes a seat down next to Chuuya, close but not touching.]

The joys of remembering questionable shit, huh.

[a small smile tugs at one side of chuuya's mouth there, though. it's just sort of something he lives with at this point, or at least he'd prefer it to seem that way.

shuji doesn't need to know about the things he didn't mention, last time they talked.]

If it ever becomes a need-to-know sort of situation, maybe I'll tell him.

I'd hope so, if it's something he needs to know. With me it's more... I can't imagine a situation where you'd need to know that I remember dying. It's not really useful information for anyone.

[Just upsetting for him, and for his friends who hear about it.]

...yeah, that doesn't sound like the kind of thing you want to spill to just anyone.

[he leans back against the sofa, arms folded behind his head, and hums quietly to himself.]

Apparently I might be dead, too, so-- I can get that. I don't actually remember it yet, though.

I'm glad you don't.

[The words come out in a rush.]

It's terrifying, and you're more helpless than you'd ever be if you were in control of your own actions instead of just remembering someone else's, and - and I don't like to think of you feeling like that.

[He understands wanting to know what happened instead of hearing it secondhand, but... not for this.]

Shuji, hey-

[chuuya reaches over there to set a hand on shuji's shoulder, with a light little squeeze.]

...don't worry about it, okay? I don't remember it. I'm fine.

[but of course the thought bubbles give a bit of the lie to his response; one pops up there to add:

Some of that memory shit's close enough, pretty sure I could handle it.

and also:

Don't think I really like the thought of Shuji having to remember that either.]

You're fine.

[Shuji can't help but lean into Chuuya's side. The memory bubbles above their heads are noted and ignored - Shuji doesn't need to stop to read them when Chuuya's words are enough.]

I'll try not to worry about it. Past you doesn't sound like he'd have the same kind of issue as past me when it comes to dying, and you're stronger than I am, so - even if you do remember it, maybe it won't be as hard for you.

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